If it’s not the sea, it’s her image,
her figure, upside down, in the sky.

If it’s not the sea, it’s her voice
thin, Across the vast world,
amplified by the wind.

If it’s not the sea, it’s her name
In a tongue without lips,
out of place,
no other word than this:
big

If it’s not the sea, it’s her idea
of fire, impenetrable, pure;
and i,
burning i drown in her.